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Stript of their green our groves appear, Z. 444 - Evelyn Tubb/Martin Neary/New London Consort/Leigh Nixon/Michael Lees
Composed by：Henry Purcell
Produced by：David Mottley
Stript of their green our Groves appear
Our vales lie buried deep in snow
The blowing north controls the dire
A nipping cold chills all below
Stript of their green our Groves appear
Our vales lie buried deep in snow
The blowing north controls the dire
A nipping cold chills all below
The frost has glaz'd our deepest streams
Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams
Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams
Yet winter blest be thy return
Thou'st brought the swain
For whom I us'd to mourn
Yet winter blest be thy return
Thou'st brought the swain
For whom I us'd to mourn
And in thy ice with pleasing flames we burn
And in thy ice with pleasing flames we burn
Too soon the sun's reviving heat
Will thaw thy ice and melt thy snow
Trumpets will sound and drums will beat
And tell me the dear dear youth must go
Too soon the sun's reviving heat
Will thaw thy ice and melt thy snow
Trumpets will sound and drums will beat
And tell me the dear dear youth must go
Then must my weak unwilling arms
Resign him up to stronger charms
Resign him up to stronger charms
What flowers what sweets what beauteous thing
When Damon's gone can ease or pleasure bring
What flowers what sweets what beauteous thing
When Damon's gone can ease or pleasure bring
Winter brings Damon winter is my spring
Winter brings Damon winter is my spring
